Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
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Friday, 26 February 2010
The things we do for love
Before I left I painted Moll the bag lady's toenails.
Before I left I painted Moll the bag lady's toenails.
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